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 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Shelter of sky holds  .  .  .
Falcon stoops only to ****,
  .  .  .  Heaven has a wing.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Willow tree, billows—
Long leaves falling as water,
.  .  .  falls into water.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
So silent together . . .
We pour each other the wine,
  .  .  .  Our sacraments.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Dark, dangerous woods,
Phases of the flashing moon,
Turning heads of owl.
Jilted heart, benumbed.
Feelings died and interred
in forlorness' grave.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Simple clouds, clotting great blue sky,

Face of old, youthful man in mountain,

White headed, green warring with blue,

Winter trees having grown, all they can.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Death silences birds  .  .  .
In the plain, carryon fields,
  .  .  .  Crows flying in low.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
.
Not fair— her dear swishing body,
The cling of shearing Indian cotton,
Cool nights of wine pouring shoddy,
Broken truths, laid to rest, forgotten.
 May 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
Listen To Your Feelings

Have you ever met somebody
That you know you just dont like
Right away you get a feeling
That somethings just not right

You think it's just a feeling
That soon will go away
But the feeling just gets stronger
No matter what they say

It's a feeling that you just cant shake
One thats deep within your soul
A feeling that makes you say
Something here is wrong

You must listen to your feelings
For they'll guide you to whats right
Those feelings that are in you
They may someday save your life

Carl Joseph Roberts
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Troubled waters rise—
Sands march, locust lost in maize,
Harvest moon sinking.
Frailties overlooked--
**** is fragrance, snoring a nocturne
with affection.
 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Winter fantasia—
Wolves and loon moaning full moon,  
Snow white swans landing.
 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
I have a curled photograph
With waves that crest behind you
And your hair, golden veins,
Tangled in the sun that caves,
There you sit— my open secret,
Atlantic,
Frees my wrested heart
At the fortress—
Altar,
Dún Aengus.

In that place, that wanting place,
High— on the jagged edge
I captured you,
Your eyes were ocean,
Atlantis,
Never so deep, never so
Lost.
Inishmore (Irish: Árainn Mhór or Inis Mór) is the largest of the Aran Islands in Galway Bay in Ireland. The island is famous for its strong Irish culture, loyalty to the Irish language, and a wealth of Pre-Christian and Christian ancient sites including Dún Aengus.
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